Sail Shadows in the Sea of ​​Fog

Chapter 101 An Accident

"How come there is such a thing here?" Cheng Lang looked around at the eternal coffin.

But soon, he found something wrong. This did not seem to be the Eternal Coffin. Although the shape of this coffin was similar to the Eternal Coffin at first glance, upon closer inspection, he found that the patterns carved on it were completely different from the "genuine" one in the lower cabin of the Valkyrie, which made Cheng Lang feel particularly familiar.

Those beautiful patterns such as the circular pattern, square pattern, cloud pattern, and even patterns that he couldn't even name, but he vaguely felt he had seen them somewhere at a glance, filled every corner.

After looking around carefully, he also noticed that in the middle of the lid of the coffin, there was an inconspicuous red scale embedded.

This scale is only the size of a fingernail, but Cheng Lang felt it seemed a bit "eye-catching" when he saw it for the first time.

It felt like looking at a sewing needle facing your eyeball at a very close distance, as if the needle would pierce your eyeball if you lost your balance or swayed slightly.

Subconsciously shifting his gaze away from the red scale, Cheng Lang had already vaguely guessed that it might be the legendary "reverse scale", Poseidon's reverse scale.

So the energy source of this "pirated eternal coffin" is that reverse scale?

Cheng Lang was secretly guessing, but later he realized that little Wuying was hiding at the stairs, and even most of his body was hidden behind the pillar.

"Come here, what's wrong with you?" Cheng Lang greeted gently.

"No! No way!"

Wuying quickly shook his head and waved his hands, shrinking even further behind the pillar. "There's something terrible hidden in that coffin. I'm afraid it'll eat me!"

A terrifying thing? That reverse scale?

Cheng Lang thought for a moment and said, "If you're scared, you don't have to come over, but don't run around."

"Hmmmm!" Wuying nodded quickly, then took a big bite of the juicy and sweet peach.

After a slight hesitation, Cheng Lang finally opened the lid of this pirated eternal coffin.

There was no gel-like substance inside, but there was indeed a person lying inside.

The man was wearing a white undershirt and black trousers, with a palm-wide leather belt with a tiger-head buckle around his waist, and a pair of black boots on his feet.

To be honest, even before coming to this world, Cheng Lang had only seen this set of clothes on people standing in prison vans in costume TV dramas.

But at this moment, he already knew from this retro-style clothes that the person lying here was his "fellow countryman" Qin Jinyan.

"My friend, I'm here to see you."

As Cheng Lang spoke, he reached out and took the white-haired old man out of the coffin. He hoped that he was still alive. At the same time, he was confident that as long as he was alive, he could at least replace his coffin with a real eternal one.

Almost at the moment of leaving the coffin, the emaciated old man opened his eyes faintly, and then looked at Cheng Lang with sharp eyes as he placed him on the armchair.

"I am Qin Jinyan, a member of the Jinyiwei of the Ming Dynasty. Who are you?" the old man said in a hoarse voice.

"Cheng Lang, a fisherman from China more than 600 years after the Ming Dynasty, rides the wind and waves."

"Six hundred years?"

Qin Jinyan pondered for a moment, his tiger eyes fixed on Cheng Lang. "Six hundred years from now, will anyone remember the Ming Dynasty? How many of our Han people are left? Is there any danger at the border?"

Hearing this, Cheng Lang was stunned for a moment, then replied, "Six hundred years later, everyone knows about the Ming Dynasty. China has completed another great feat of national integration after the First Emperor's standardization of wheel gauges and writing systems.

When I was sent here, China had 56 ethnic groups, including the Han, and billion soldiers and civilians."

"How much?" Qin Jinyan's eyes widened.

"14 billion," Cheng Lang replied with a smile, "at least 14 billion."

"Border."

"It's good enough that we don't bully others," Cheng Lang sighed.

He is a fisherman who tills the sea and guards the border. When he follows his uncles and aunts on the sea in the 21st century, they play death collisions with various monkeys in civilian and military fishing boats, and play primitive boarding games with kitchen knives, axes and even wine bottles.

He knew, at least better than some spineless people, how "reasonable" his mother was.

"Haha! Haha! Hahahaha! No regrets! No regrets in this life!"

Qin Jinyan laughed heartily, and his big hands slammed the table.

"I also brought you some homemade local dishes."

As Cheng Lang spoke, he took out the soy milk in a bottle, the cold tofu and the plate of bean sprouts he had fried himself from the basket he brought.

Then he took out two pairs of chopsticks, two cups and a large bowl, took out a boat bottle and filled it with fruit wine, and then poured a bowl of soy milk.

"I even made my own incense sticks," Cheng Lang smiled calmly, "I thought you were dead."

"My friend, you are thoughtful."

As Qin Jinyan spoke, he had already picked up the pair of wooden chopsticks, picked up a small piece of cold tofu with a little trembling and put it into his mouth, then picked up the bowl of soy milk and gulped it down.

"How much time do you have left?" Cheng Lang asked.

“Not much anymore”

Qin Jinyan picked up a piece of stir-fried bean sprouts with chopsticks and put it into his mouth. While chewing it in big mouthfuls, he said nonchalantly, "At most a month, at least ten days, my life span has reached its limit. Birth, old age, sickness and death, even in this damn world, there is no escape."

"Does your coffin have the same effect as the Eternal Coffin?" Cheng Lang asked as he picked up his cup and clinked it with the other party.

"Different"

Qin Jinyan drank the entire glass of wine in one gulp, letting Cheng Lang pour him more while explaining without reservation, "That dead octopus in Pirate City wouldn't let me lie down in its coffin, so I simply made one myself using the only reverse scale I found.

This coffin can't completely stop time, but thanks to that reverse scale, it can still make a hundred years pass like a single day."

"The eternal coffin of the dead octopus is in my boat, which is just below the mountain."

Cheng Lang also drank the wine in his glass and poured the other man's wine again while saying, "I don't know how you've been spending your life here. I've only been here for a few months and I'm already going crazy with loneliness. So if you don't mind, go lie down in that coffin for a while."

"The Eternal Coffin is in your hands?"

Qin Jinyan frowned and glanced at Cheng Lang, then picked up the cup again and clinked it with his. "What about you? What do you want?"

“There’s nothing to ask for”

Cheng Lang said frankly, "It's quite satisfying to be able to chat with you in my hometown dialect. People in our time have always been wondering what kind of life people in your era lived, and many people even worshipped the Jinyiwei."

"puff!"

After saying this, Qin Jinyan sprayed the fruit wine he had just taken onto a painting not far away. "Worship...worship what? Jinyiwei?"

"Flying Fish Clothes and Embroidered Spring Swords, how cool!"

Cheng Lang said as a matter of course, "For this, I have to find a way to take you away alive."

"Can you take those treasures downstairs with you?" Qin Jinyan picked up Cheng Lang's boat bottle and filled the big bowl of soy milk with wine and asked.

"I really don't want your gold, silver and treasures."

Cheng Lang took the bottle and placed it on the table, then casually threw out his trump card, "But you, aren't you curious about what happened in the past six hundred years?"

Hearing this, Qin Jinyan paused, then sighed, "I want to know, but I can't leave here."

"Why?" Cheng Lang asked, "Because of that reverse scale?"

"Let me show you the real situation here."

Before Qin Jinyan finished speaking, everything around him, or to be more precise, the pagoda disappeared. In its place was a bare stone mountaintop without any vegetation.

On the top of the mountain, the imitation eternal coffin occupied one-third of the space, with Cheng Lang and Qin Jinyan in the middle, and a stone table between them.

On the other side, on a stone almost as big as the coffin, there was a huge heart. This heart was pierced by a spear and firmly nailed to the stone, but even so, it was still beating slowly.

"That's one of Poseidon's seven hearts"

Qin Jinyan raised his head and took a sip of wine before saying, "The seven reverse scales actually grow on his seven hearts. Only by breaking the reverse scales can you pierce the heart."

At this point, Qin Jinyan said depressedly, "But the Valkyrie didn't say that this heart is so difficult to kill!"

"so."

"To prevent this ghost from resurrecting, someone must stay here and continue to kill it."

Qin Jinyan said, "That big gun is mine. If I leave, this heart will be free from restraint and come back to life. I don't know how many people will die. By then, maybe he will take away the reverse scale."

"Can't kill it? Can I try?" Cheng Lang asked.

"go"

Qin Jinyan said indifferently, "If you can kill it, it would be nice for me to follow you."

Hearing this, Cheng Lang picked up his wine glass and clinked it with the other party. After drinking it all again, he stood up and walked to the side of the heart, then swung the whip and hit it.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, the sharp whip tip covered with sharp scales pierced into the gap on the edge of the spear and injected the poison into it in an instant.

However, this time, Cheng Lang had the illusion of a stone ox entering the sea or a mud Buddha jumping into the river. He could not find those deadly toxins!
"Ahhh! You are not allowed to eat Uncle Captain!"

Just at this moment, Wuying, who had been hiding in the distance, dropped the peach in his hand and rushed over, waving his arms and throwing out strips of tassels, wrapping the heart in circles, and then clenched his fists and began to exert force.

It was not until this time that Qin Jinyan, who had been indifferent, looked at Wuying with surprise and doubt, as if he had seen something interesting but unbelievable.

"Mist Shadow! Get out of the way!"

Cheng Lang shouted hurriedly. He could already feel something trying to squeeze into the whip!
"Ahhh! I'll fight you!"

No one knew where the little girl Wuying got her anger from. The pair of small antlers on her head grew rapidly as she screamed. Following closely behind, the other ends of the tassels were also wrapped around her antlers.

"Kerala!"

Amid the sounds of chains winding and tightening, deep marks were left on the huge heart, and even the big gun was affected and pulled out of the stone.

"Who is this little guy?" Qin Jinyan asked in surprise.

"It was an accident!" Cheng Lang, who was also wrestling, gritted his teeth and responded, "I don't know how to explain it!"

"puff!"

I don’t know if it was because of the addition of the mist shadow, but the heart on the stone suddenly became a size smaller.

Not only that, a lot of the toxins that Cheng Lang had originally injected came back.

"stretch!"

Before Cheng Lang or Qin Jinyan could say anything, Wuying suddenly shook the antlers on his head, and the tassels and reins tightened again.

"That old man! Don't let that big chopstick fall!" Wuying, whose face was already red and warm, actually gave orders to Qin Jinyan.

"it is good!"

Qin Jinyan laughed and responded, then stood up, stepped on the stone table and jumped onto the boulder, then grabbed the big gun and stabbed it down hard.

Although no blood was seen splattering, the beating of the heart suddenly slowed down a lot. The bridle that Wuying was holding with the antlers on his head was tightened again, eventually forcing the heart to become even smaller.

With the combined efforts of these three generations, the heart shrank and shrank again and again, and Cheng Lang injected the toxin that returned to the whip into Poseidon's heart again and again.

Finally, the heart became the size of a human head, and the bridle on it was tangled into a mess like an oversized rice dumpling.

"Can I go to my boat and have some sleep now?"

Cheng Lang pulled out the whip that had absorbed all the poison and asked, "By the way, hold this heart and sleep."

"I'm afraid it's too late."

As Qin Jinyan spoke, his face looked as if it had been burned by fire, and a wisp of ash floated away.

"What are you"

Cheng Lang was startled and subconsciously wanted to hug the other person.

“Now is not the time to explain this.”

Qin Jinyan smiled and shook his head, "It's unexpected good news that the Eternal Coffin is in your hands. Throw Poseidon's heart into it, this is the most important thing.

Secondly, I left you some gifts in the coffin I built myself.

"Friend Cheng Lang, whether or not you want to return to the world 600 years after the Ming Dynasty, you must find the other reverse scales. Time is running out in this world."

After saying this, ashes began to drift from Qin Jinyan's body. Even so, he still said, "My friend, let's take advantage of this last bit of time to talk about what happened in the 600 years after the Ming Dynasty."

“My history isn’t very good”

Cheng Lang suppressed the bitterness in his heart and said, "After the Ming Dynasty."

"Fizz!"

Just as Cheng Lang was about to fulfill his fellow villager's last wish, Wuying cried out in surprise, "You're finally back! I missed you so much! Oh, right! Quick! Eat it! Eat this bad guy!"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Lang and Qin Jinyan subconsciously looked over, only to find that Wuying had already confidently thrown the still-beating heart in her hand into the hissing, wide-open mouth of her undead pet snake!

"laugh--"

Almost at the same time as Hiss swallowed the heart, a stream of white air spurted out of Wuying's mouth and nose, and the antlers on her head shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, eventually returning to their original cute appearance.

The changes did not stop there. In just a short while, the ashes on Qin Jinyan's body were no longer floating around. Even his broken body began to become complete and full again, and then in an unbelievable way, he was transformed into the appearance of a middle-aged man!
"I"

Qin Jinyan was about to say something when he turned into a ghost and then uncontrollably got into Wuying's hat!

"thump"

Almost at the same time, Wuying also sat down on the ground, then yawned, and fell asleep curled up into a cute ball.

"What happened?"

Cheng Lang looked around in confusion, then looked at the hissing pet snake in its undead state.

"Danglanglang!"

The pet snake spat out a "spear" about the size of a chopstick, then crawled and burped, and swam into Wuying's hat with difficulty.

Not giving up, Cheng Lang lifted the hood of the little guy and looked inside. He shook his head in disappointment. There was nothing hidden inside except the silver hair of the elves.

so.
Where are your fellow villagers?
Where is Lao Bo’s heart?

Why am I here?
where is this?
How to go back?

Does anyone have one?

Cheng Lang picked up the "spear" which was the size of a chopstick but extremely heavy, weighed it, and finally looked at the eternal coffin which was not so eternal.

This is all here.
You can't go back empty-handed, right?

(End of this chapter)